The time has come for a Come to Jesus meeting

When I get disturbed about the way things are going I try to step back and take a deep breath and make a few suggestions that will right the ship. Quietly and serenely. Then I start correcting things and hoping that certain people notice that things are now in their proper place and how much nicer life is for all concerned. When all my good intentions fail I go into a sulk. For some reason the sulking process acts like fertilizer for the wayward actions of the dimwit, the foolhardy scalawag that is oblivious to what the future holds for one so lacking in historical reference.

Because until mama is happy, no one is going to be happy. And mama is really, really unhappy.

And you forgot to put the flag out for Flag Day.